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Broken Dreams 
Screams of pain fill the room 
as she is slowly ripped in two. 
Her husband grins and holds her hand, 
smiling through his tears. 
Hours pass and at last it is over, 
she holds in her arms the perfect boy 
and dreams of his life to come. 
He will grow strong and sure, 
his path will be straight 
and she will not let him waver. 
He will grow with love. 
She dreams of college, 
of basketball stars and honor rolls. 
She smiles at her husband 
and sees those dreams 
reflected in his eyes. 
Time passes and the boy grows. 
His path is filled with twists and turns, 
encouragment only confuses him. 
He lacks not for love, 
he has strong guidance, 
but the pressure is too much. 
He peddles his poison on the corners, 
and sells his soul on the street. 
He picks up his gun and makes his wars, 
not caring for the casualties. 
He places a price on his life, 
and sells to every bidder. 
And still she dreams.